Part of me.
Do we have parts?
Part of me really wants to write about the Costa Concordia. I want to compare it to the Titanic. I want to talk about the way everyone rushed to judge Captain Schettino for reckless driving and abandoning ship among other things, and now we are reading reports that his driving may not have been as reckless as everyone assumes and he may not have intentionally abandoned ship.
And you have to wonder if the lighthouse was in service.
Lots of great fodder there, on fate, hubris, judgement, yada yada.
But then part of me wants to wonder why we care more about this tragedy in Italy than the 100,000 avoidable deaths in Somalia last year. Deaths by starvation. Or the 16,000 children who die worldwide (mostly in Africa) every day from starvation and malnutrition. That's one kid every five seconds.
Do you have parts too?
Last week's blog about the snowstorm brought two diametrically opposed reactions.
One reader said, "Thank you for making my day! I forwarded it to everyone!"
Another reader wrote, "I think this notion of 'nothing happens by chance' is the worst kind of magical thinking."
(Incidentally, the latter reader is now digging out of the a "freak" snowstorm - the worst in a decade - in Washington State. Of course it's just a coincidence.)
Question for your table: Do you have parts too? Which part is the real you? Which part do you want to be the real you? And what do you do about it?
PS - thanks to Krosbie Arnold for the inspiration